Elizabeth Camden: Character Interview Quentin Vandermark from Until the Dawn

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Quentin, you have been compared to “the Beast” from Beauty & the Beast, but most people only have terrific things to say about Sophie. Would you care to comment?

First of all, I’m not a beast. Yes, I’m a dark person, but I’ve got good cause for that. I’m not as sunny and cheerful as that annoying Sophie person who has been living in my house and pestering me to no end; she is a force of nature beyond anything I’ve ever encountered. I can’t stand her. She’s ceaselessly kind and good-hearted no matter the circumstances. People like that are destined to be stomped flat. Someday she’ll learn the world is not a safe little cocoon where she can perform her works of goodness and mercy to an adoring crowd. Sophie van Riijn is a lone naïve daisy standing in a field, begging to be shot for target practice.

You’ve been pretty tough on Sophie, a woman who only wants to help your son and look after your mansion. You fired her from her job within moments of meeting her and routinely belittle her. Can’t you think of one nice thing to say about her?

I’ve admitted she’s shockingly beautiful. Isn’t that enough?

No, it’s not. Say something nice about her as a person.

Look, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will hunt you down and make sure there isn’t enough left for a burial. . . . I respect her. She has a radiant optimism that drives me insane, but she is probably the most admirable person I’ve ever known. I worry about her because someone that gentle can’t survive in a world as dark as this.

It has been said there is a mystery hidden deep in the mansion where you live. Can you tell us about that?

Nonsense. My great-grandfather died under mysterious circumstances, and the people of the village have been trying for ages to spin that into some sort of mythical curse haunts my family down the generations. I am a man of science. If something cannot be seen and touched, it is not real. Hence, the mystery is utter rot.

Rumor has it that Sophie thinks you are attractive.

She does? I don’t believe it.

She’s embarrassed about it, too.

Well good! I’m too old for her. Oil and water and all that. . . . But did she really say I’m attractive? I’ll need to snuff that out before it gets out of hand. An interesting development, though . . .